Stupid raps Comparin your shit to mines sorta like mortals to ChristYou've done lost your mind.. I slaughter your rhymesStep in the ring with me you need to forefit the fightRun off and hide.. outside in the clockstoreAtleast then you puss could've bought you some timeand it wouldn't cost you a dime.. (cheap muhfucka)But since it's a known fact you was crossing the lineyou know I'll track you down and put a fork in your eyeAnd if the cops catch me I'm not duckin the casefuck beatin the system I slap the judge in his faceI ain't runnin away.. I embrace prisonsame place where you lame bitches go rape victimsYou must hate livin the way you stay snitchincus we make a state witness fall of a great cliff...and while I'm weightliftin countin my days givinsame chick you use to date with trade inmateInstead she.. takes pictures of her fake tittiesand pass em over to ME on her jail visits....You know what the deal I come home on appealmove in to yo place n start bonin your chickSo next time better watch who you tellincause you in the wrong spot like that dude in FelonWe ain't honest christians muslims or gospel singersslap you with the good book - may God be with youI'm a hoodlum, sonny... I pop the biscuitYou crooks shook.. stop it.. your not an issue...